To An Unknown Child

Occasion: I wrote this in 1984 but I don't know what prompted it. The previous year, my last in High School, I took a class called Protest Literature. My semester report was on Abortion.

They never believed,
That he’d be conceived,
That little baby boy,
They’d tried it at last,
Put it all in their past,
They thought it was a toy.

He’s got little hands,
And a brain that commands,
His little heart to beat,
He is perfect each way,
Getting stronger each day,
From his head to his tiny feet.

He perished one day,
In a pre-conceived way,
On an early, misty morn.
Once made in a flash,
Now he lives in the trash,
He was never even born.

Only memories remain,
Of a girl gone insane,
From a child that will never trod,
In the grass or the trees,
Never sit on her knees,But he sits on the lap of GOD.

A Friend

Occasion: I think 1987 prompted this one all by itself. Other than that, I can't remember.

I think I found the Answer,
To the feelings that I’ve had,
That make me feel envious,
Jealous, down and sad.

I’ve never had a best friend,
With whom to spend the day,
Or sit and talk and laugh with,
And wile the hours away.

A friend who wants to see me,
And whose day I make glad,
Or who will hear my troubles,
When the times are rough or bad.

Oh sure, I have my share of friends,
With whom to take a walk,
But never one I’d think of,
When I need someone to talk.

Now it’s not that I need pity,
Or want it for myself,
Cause most of this I’ve done alone,
By sitting on my shelf.

But I see how other peoples eyes,
Light up when someone’s near,
And it doesn’t take too much to see,
That someone’s very dear.

And as I sit and write,
Of the things I wish could be,
I soon begin to realize,
And my mind begins to see.

God loves me so very much,
That to save me from the end,
He gave His only Son to die,
And thus be my Best Friend.